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Sleep with Me! Ch. 01

By: bmeupscot50



This is the first part of a four part story that chronicles events taking place in mid-1970s New York City when free-love, drugs, sex and Rock & Roll dominated the American youth culture. In this part an accidental meeting between Jordan and his former lover sets a chain of sexual events in motion. He introduces her to his current lover with startling results.

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Part 01: It Was All Mine!

"Voulez-vous coucher avec moi (ce soir)? Voulez-vous coucher avec moi?"

The open window allowed more than just the warm summer breeze to enter my studio. The volume dopplered as the car approached, and in the mixture of pre-dawn and streetlight I could see the convertible with its top down and hear Labelle's voice echoing off the adjacent buildings.

"Gitchie, gitchie, ya ya da da.  Gitchie, gitchie, ya ya here.  Mocha Chocolata ya ya.  Creole Lady Marmalade. Voulez-vous coucher avec moi (ce soir)?  Voulez-vous coucher avec moi?"

"Do you want to sleep with me (tonight)?  Do you want to sleep with me?" 

Man, that one's a keeper, I thought, absently humming the tune. That struck me as odd because it really wasn't my kind of music. I'm more of a Herbie Hancock/Chick Corea/Stanley Clarke jazz-fusion kinda guy. Disco, as a genre, sucked. No matter, though - good music will always be just that - good music.

As the car moved up East 7th and crossed Second Avenue, the sound trailed off and eventually faded. Ronnie stirred under the thin cotton sheet and a long, elegantly tapered leg emerged, glowing in the ambient light. Her cocoa-hued skin still showed traces of the massage oils that we'd used with such incredible effect a few scant hours before. The supple curves of her feminine form coupled with the random drape of the sheet formed and re-formed like an undulating erotic sculpture as she turned in her sleep. 

Seating myself in the butterfly canvas chair, I reached over and grabbed one of the joints we'd rolled earlier and flicked my Bic.

S-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-t-t-t!

I held the pungent smoke in my lungs for as long as I could and then exhaled, watching the vapors dance in the first rays of morning sunshine. The thoughts raced and jumbled in my sleep-deprived mind as I tried to sort out the last 36 hours. I took another hit. Did all of this happen in just the last day and a half - or did it begin long before that? 

Ronnie stirred again and mumbled something I could not decipher. Why her? Why now? And why did she have to bring up Cassie?

Glancing around my Spartan quarters I had no choice but to smile.

The move from the sub-let on 96th and West End to the top floor of this five-story walk-up in the East Village had been a good one. Located just across the avenue from the NYU Tisch School of the Arts, it was a hell of a lot easier commute for a grad student (make that former grad student) than it was taking two trains back and forth every day. The studio was miniscule but it boasted a galley kitchen and a separate bath. 

When I'd lived with Jenny on East 38th and Third Avenue I'd moved into her spacious apartment in a building owned by her folks. When Jen and family got back from their summer in Europe she announced simply (and finally) that our affair was over and I needed to "hit the bricks". After that the sub-let on the upper West Side lost all its charm when one night, without warning, my lover Cassandra failed to come home. So I moved.

Let's see - I had two king sized mattresses piled one on top of the other, a bookcase, a coffee table, a single four-drawer dresser, a 13" black & white analog TV, a stereo AM/FM table radio, the canvas butterfly chair I currently occupied, two kitchen tables made from a plywood 4X8 psychedelic painting I'd done several years earlier, a long-legged stool from my father's sewing machine factory, kitchen stuff I'd collected during my travels plus my books and clothes. That's all of it. Spartan - you better believe it - but for the first time in my young adult life it was all mine - and I loved it!

Part 02: Sherry's Seduction

S-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-t-t-t!

Another long toke on the joint and my thoughts shifted to a point several months ago when I'd dropped out of grad school and wound up working for an insurance company in downtown Manhattan. Commuting home one evening I bumped into a former lover named Sheryl.

Sherry and I shared a checkered past. We'd dated each other while we were still in high school. In fact she was the first girl that I'd "gone all the way with". At the time it felt more like a weird out-of-body experience than a healthy sexual one. We hadn't seen or spoken to each other in quite a few years and I was initially confused by the warmth with which she greeted me. Truth was we hadn't parted on good terms but that was obviously behind us as she wrapped her arms round my neck. 

Sheryl, already an accomplished artist, was studying graphic design at the School of Visual Arts. She told me that she'd married and was living in Queens but it would be perfectly alright for me to call and for us to hang out. She made it very obvious that she was thrilled to see me and wanted to make plans to come over so that she could show me her portfolio. Yeah, right! No doubt that wasn't all she wanted to show me. I said we'd stay in touch.

It was bitter cold the morning that Sherry came to my apartment. Having spoken to her several times since our chance meeting on the subway I wasn't the least bit surprised that, even with the snow falling heavily throughout the city, Sherry was eager to make the trip in from Queens. She'd barely gotten out of her coat and removed her boots when she whipped out several "dubes" and a small zip-lock bag of pearl colored rocks. I lit the first joint while she fished out a small circular mirror and poured out the contents of the bag. She produced a razor blade and proceeded to chop the crystalline rocks into a fine powder, then arranged them into parallel lines.

"Have you ever done coke?" Sherry asked with a wicked smile, "You know that it enhances absolutely everything, don't you?"

"Like what?" I replied, flashing an equally evil smirk.

"You'll see - now get your sexy ass over here!" she demanded.

Within seconds I felt the numbing sensation in my nostrils and the drip down the back of my throat. Sherry wiped the residue from the mirror with her finger, stuck it in my mouth and rubbed the crystals between my upper lip and gum. The combination of the smoke and blow was exhilarating.

I don't remember which of us made the first move, but suddenly our mouths were locked together. I unbuttoned her blouse, unbuckled her belt and tugged on her zipper. I knelt before her and peeled off her skin-tight jeans, pulling off the silken panties - already moist with anticipation. I lowered her onto the mattresses and stripped naked before her eager gaze.

"My, how you've grown," she exclaimed, and took my throbbing manhood into her warm, wet and waiting mouth.

She sucked cock like a professional. Not wanting to climax too quickly, I pulled out of that luscious mouth and pushed her back onto the bed. Reaching down I grabbed her ankles and lifted her legs straight up. I dropped to my knees, burying my face in her now sopping wet snatch. She moaned and groaned her approval as I moved my tongue up and down her slick slit, separating the labia with my tongue and probing deeply into her love tunnel. Her pussy had the most intoxicating scent I'd ever experienced, filling my head with unbridled lust and desire. 

I found her hooded jewel, pulled back gently with my fingers and exposed her delicious clit. I took that fleshy pearl into my mouth, sucking hard, grazing it between my teeth. The reaction was electric as her juices poured onto my tongue and into my waiting mouth. I lifted myself from beside the bed and positioned myself between her legs. Rubbing the swollen head of my dick between her engorged lips, I thrust effortlessly into her womanhood. The walls of her cunt seemed to grab onto my shaft, pulling me inside more deeply than I'd dreamed possible. I withdrew until just the helmet remained inside, then plunged back in, repeating this over and over until Sherry raked her fingernails down my back to my ass, slamming me into her violently. Each downward thrust of my hips was met with an equally intensive upward thrust from her. 

We fucked with utter abandon. The familiar mellow high of the marijuana was juxtaposed with the intense rush from the cocaine and it made me feel like a huge, voracious jungle beast - no - like the gargantuan mythical beast King Kong. I threw my head back and roared - beating on my chest like the sexual predator she'd unleashed. My display had a hypnotic effect on my lover's desires because she screamed in response,

"Jordy baby - put that incredible monster in my ass!!! I want your cock in my ASS! 

She didn't have to ask twice.

I pulled my pussy-soaked prick out of her sugar chute while Sherry rolled over onto her belly. She thrust her bottom up, reaching behind with both hands on her butt cheeks, spreading them wide. Her puckered bottom hole glistened with sweet pussy juices. I leaned over and ran my tongue up her pussy from her clit straight up to her back door and stuck my tongue as deeply into her Hershey highway as it would go. I thought Sherry would go crazy as I alternated licking her pussy and her ass. The juices were dripping from her honey pot so I moistened my middle and index fingers in her sopping wet cunt and inserted one into her waiting bum. Sherry's entire body shuddered with pleasure while she moaned incoherently and bit into the pillow beneath her head. Feeling almost no resistance I briefly withdrew and then thrust both fingers into her anus to prepare her for the joys to come. I felt the tightness of her sphincter muscles clamping down as I pumped and spread my fingers inside her. When I felt her relax and open up I removed my hand, positioning the head of my cock at her back door and pushed slowly but firmly in.

Sherry growled with wanton excitement, pushing back hard with her hips, forcing me past the relaxed ring and into her very bowels. Inch by inch my dick disappeared into her incredibly tight hole and the sensation of her muscles clamping down on me was far more ecstatic than words can adequately describe. I felt the tightness and tingling in my balls as Sherry surely felt the swelling in my cock.

"Fill me now," she hissed through clenched teeth, "shoot that hot scum up my ass, baby! Fill me up NOW!"

I shot huge quantities of jizz into her tight back door as she screamed with pleasure. We collapsed, our bodies experiencing spasm after spasm of aftershock, the animal-like grunts escaping from our lips as we desperately sought to fill our depleted lungs with air. 

After awhile, Sherry got up and disappeared into the bathroom. Lying there in a stupor I heard the sound of running water. She brought back a steaming washcloth, cleaned me and replaced the hot cloth with her hot mouth. She grinned and said with a sparkle in her eyes,

"I'm not done with you yet!"

We continued our love play, fucking and sucking each other until long after the sun had gone down. She dressed (Lord knows where she found the energy) and left me lying there spent and immensely satisfied. At the door she turned and smiled as she was leaving.

"I'll be back!" she promised, "You know I'll be back."

Part 03: Kat's Tale

Katarina was the woman I was seeing at the time I bumped into Sheryl. Kat was the archetypical free spirit, the perfect model of the "new woman of the seventies", a natural feminist. Kat was a petite brunette with a perfectly proportioned figure. She always smelled of scented oils and had skin that was warm and incredibly soft to the touch. Kat made a living buying and selling second hand clothing, or as she preferred to describe it, 'antique apparel'. 

I became Katarina's 'knight-in-shining-armor' because I 'rescued her' from the attentions of an unwanted admirer. So relieved and so grateful was she that I got myself an invite back to her place that very afternoon. To say that her apartment was a mess would be giving it way too much credit. It was more like a train-wreck in progress. There were piles of clothes everywhere. She owned a mismatched hodgepodge of furnishings that she'd collected from anyplace she'd ever lived. 

"Make yourself comfortable," she said over her shoulder as she rummaged around in the fridge.

"Where?" I replied, not being able to take my eyes off those perfect buns as she bent over to grab something from a lower shelf.

She pulled out a chilled bottle of Mateus Rose, found a couple of clean glasses and proceeded to scamper up onto her loft bed. 

"Well, what are you waiting for?" she said impatiently, feigning disbelief "Take your shoes off and get up here!"

After we'd polished off the entire bottle Katarina said in a quiet, slightly slurred whisper, "I think I owe you a reward for saving me, Sir Knight!"

I watched her pull her blouse over her head and release two of the most perfect tits I'd ever seen. Her breasts were round globes of milky perfection with dark areola and nipples that begged to be sucked and kissed. She slipped off her harem pants and waited with barely contained anticipation while I hastily removed my shirt, jeans and shorts. She gasped with pleasure when she saw my already stiff man meat. Shoving me back on the pillows, she wrapped both hands around my shaft and licked the drop of pre-cum that was already forming on the tip. She sucked and pumped my dick until it was rock-hard.

She straddled me, rubbing the head of my cock on the soft curls that covered her hot wet pussy, spreading her nether lips and impaling herself on me. The feeling was somewhere between sheer bliss and uncontrollable ecstasy as I found myself deep inside her before I knew it. I buried my face between those incredible breasts, licking and sucking them like ripe melons. She rode me like a rodeo champion and I came inside her with a growl that seemed to emanate from the very core of my being. Amazingly, even after I shot my initial load, I remained erect. We continued for what seemed forever, she having orgasm after orgasm, each one building on the previous until we again climaxed together and fell exhausted into the ethereal cloud her loft bed had become. 

Part 04: Ménage-a-trois

What an incredible dilemma!

Kat and I were very happy but, what was I supposed to do now that Sherry was in my life again? After all, Sherry was married, but the sex was awe inspired. I didn't want to lose Katarina, but I was thrilled at the prospect of regular intervals with the sexual Wonder Woman Sherry had become. I swore to myself that I didn't want to hurt anybody.

Who the fuck was I kidding? Basically I was getting more pussy 'n tail than I could shake my dick at! What's a man to do? What's a man to do? 

Ah, the glorious Seventies! It was a time of great change and social experimentation. Honestly, when do you think the expression, 'Drugs, Sex and Rock & Roll' was invented anyway? So I came up with a bona fide Seventies solution. I sat them down separately and I told each one about the other. That simple, really! I introduced them to each other, and because I'd been totally up front about it, I was not only able to keep both of these delightful young beauties in my life but was able to help form an expanded relationship for us all.

As with any dynamic, things changed far more quickly then any of us could have predicted. Within relatively short order Sherry couldn't deal with her husband's suspicions and was forced to make a choice. Early one Saturday morning there was a knock at my door. She was standing in my hallway with her bags at her sides.

"I left my husband - I don't want to be there anymore - I want to be with you guys - can I live here?" The words tumbled out nervously. 

As if I was going to say no. 

I knew my building's landlord so, as soon as another apartment became vacant, I got Sherry her own space. Sheryl, Katarina and I became best friends. I felt so comfortable and so cared for that I shared one of my most profound fantasies with them. One night, over dinner and several bottles of wine, I told them what I needed.

"Ladies, I love you both! I love being with you both, I love sharing myself with you both. I love spending time with you both. But something's missing. You guys wanna know what that is?" I asked with as much charm and charisma as I could muster. 

The girls looked at each other and then both looked at me. Sherry spoke first,

"Let me guess - it isn't sufficient that you're getting the best loving of your entire life - that you've virtually addicted us to that insanely beautiful love machine you've got tucked between your legs. You want more. Am I warm?"

"You're not warm, honey, you're red hot!" I said licking my lips.

"What you're trying to tell us, you over-indulged sex-demon, is that you want both our sweet pussies and asses and titties and mouths all at the same time. That's what you're telling us, isn't it?" Kat said, biting her lower lip, trying not to smile.

"Yeah, that's right my insatiable lovers, that's exactly what I want," I replied. "Pretty please!" And I hit them with my best beseeching look.

"Good," responded Sherry, "because that's exactly what we want too!" The girls, no longer able to contain themselves, burst out laughing. 

They showed me no mercy. I was raped - repeatedly - and I loved every minute of it. It was my first 'ménage-a-trois'. Show me the man who has not dreamed of being made love to by more than one gorgeous woman, and I will show you a man who has lost the ability to dream. It's every man's fantasy and I am no exception. The sensation of having these two incredibly desirable females making love to me, or me pleasuring them while they made love to each other is difficult to describe. 

We kept our separate apartments and moved from one space to another as need or necessity dictated. There were times when we all wanted to be together. Sometimes we simply needed one on one. Sometimes it was with me. Sometimes they just needed each other. After all, we were friends first and lovers second.

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To be continued in Ch. 02. If you enjoyed this story, please take a moment to vote, comment or both!

Sleep with Me! Ch. 02



This is the second part of a four part story about free-love experiences in the 1970s. In the first part Jordan and his lovers share the joys of ménage-a-trois expanding their sexual horizons. In this part their sensual exploration continues, Jordan has a surprise encounter with a former professor and ultimately recalls a love affair with a beautiful black actress. 

If you'd like to know how this journey of erotic discovery began, you can find it in "Sleep with me!" Ch. 1 in 'Interracial Love'.

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Part 05: Sweet Surrender

S-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-t-t-t!

I took another pull off the joint, looked over at the bed where Ronnie slept, and thought about the scene I'd walked in on just a few days earlier.

I was delayed at the office so it was dark by the time I got home. I knocked on Sherry's door but there was no answer. I walked up to the fifth floor and heard music coming from inside my apartment. Nothing unusual about that. I opened the door and was struck by the combined scents of pot and patchouli. I stepped inside quietly; adjusting my eyes to the light of several candles. I saw my two lovers together in bed. 

Katarina was on her back with Sherry straddling her face. Sherry had Kat's legs splayed apart, and had her face buried in her delicious pussy, busily lapping up her nectar. The women were so totally engrossed in each other's charms that they never heard me enter. Silently I made my way over to the canvas butterfly chair and accepted the role of voyeur. I heard a familiar buzzing. Kat held the bullet shaped 'neck' massager that was one of their favorite toys. From my vantage point I could see the tip disappear into Sherry's waiting pussy. Their mutual moans betrayed the fact that they'd obviously been at this for some time and were well past their initial orgasms. The room was filled with their heat and the headiness of their feminine bouquet. I was transfixed and I could feel the increasing urgency between my legs, demanding freedom. I undid my belt, unbuttoned my pants and unzipped my fly releasing my raging hard-on from the cloth prison. I sat there stroking my dick, wanting to join in, but unwilling to disturb their intense concentration. 

"Oh God Kat," Sherry blurted out, "I'm cumming again!"

Kat rammed the vibrator into Sherry's pussy over and over. Sherry threw her head back and wailed her approval. When the orgasm subsided she looked over and noticed me in the chair.

"You planning on keeping that thing to yourself," she asked almost matter-of-factly, "or would you like to share?"

"Share, if it's alright with you gals." I responded. My voice was so thick I could barely croak out the words.

I removed the rest of my clothes and left them on the chair. I maneuvered between Kat's lovely legs, facing Sherry, and slid inside Kat's drenched pussy without another word. I leaned forward and took Sherry's swollen nipples in my mouth, alternating left and right, while Kat replaced the vibrator with her velvety tongue. Sometimes you just have to surrender to the inevitable. We never did have dinner that night. 

Part 06: Rolfing Rhonda

Ronnie rolled over, lifting the sheet, exposing her beautiful brown buttocks to my eager view. 

What was it about the last 36 hours anyway? Parts were just a blur but I'd try and sort that out later. I knew that Sherry needed some alone time so I'd spent the entire night making love with Katarina. When I got back from Kat's, Sherry was waiting for me with a look that said, "Where have you been?" without resorting to the use of actual words. I spent the entire day trying to fulfill her carnal desires so by that night I was totally 'fucked out'. All I wanted to do was go back to my apartment, feed my Siamese cat and take a long hot shower. What this boy desperately needed was sleep.

When I emerged from the shower and was about to crawl into bed my door buzzer went off. I went to the intercom and, to my complete and total shock, my former professor, Rhonda, was downstairs asking if she could come up.

Ronnie was this tall, beautiful young black woman. She possessed an incredibly tight physique - all those dance and movement classes - ample breasts and long luxurious legs. Her skin color was like the finest milk chocolate and she always seemed to glow from within. When I was enrolled in her classes I was never able to take my eyes off her. She always wore skintight leotard tops and never wore a bra. Her nipples would press up against the elastic material teasing my imagination. 

I buzzed her in and waited as she climbed the five stories of my walk-up. When I answered the door I could smell the alcohol on Ronnie's breath. She claimed that she'd been out with some of the other women from NYU and, since they were passing my apartment, she just decided to find out if I was OK. 

"You never said anything to anybody at all when you left, Jordan." There was a definite slur in her speech.

"How could you just leave like that?" she asked as she flopped into the only chair in the room.

She couldn't understand. None of them could. The decision to leave was as exceptionally painful as it was irrevocable. But there was something else weighing on my thoughts. What was she doing here? Why was she in my apartment? The woman didn't like me. That much had been obvious when I was in school. Ronnie had never uttered a kind word from those talented lips, never a single word of encouragement. She never praised, or even seemed to like, my scene-work. My vocalizations were never crisp enough. I never seemed to be on her wavelength. So what was she doing in my apartment?

I was determined not to be a bad host so I asked if I could get her anything. She spotted the Triomphe Jar filled with buds on my coffee table along with an assortment of water pipes, rolling papers and roach clips. She smiled warmly.

"How about you roll us a couple of fatties?" she asked. 

No problem. I could roll a joint in my sleep, which I was practically doing anyway. We sat on the floor with our backs propped up against the bed. I lit the first joint of the evening.

S-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-t-t-t!

I took a long pull on the joint and passed it over to Ronnie. After we smoked, the small talk got more intense.

"You shouldn't have left like that Jordy," she said almost in a whisper, "I missed you."

I was dumbfounded. She missed me? I looked carefully to see if this was the same woman who routinely ignored me in class.

"I was talking to Ben the other day," Ronnie continued. "You remember Ben don't you? The professional masseur who teaches the massage therapy classes? He remembers you - in fact - he said you were his most promising student." Then she smiled. "I could really use a massage. Feel up to giving me one?"

"Sure," I responded trying to stifle a yawn, "I'd be happy to help."

I reached over and grabbed a quilt from the foot of the bed and spread it out on the hardwood floor.

"Give me a minute," I said, "I've got to warm up the massage oil."

Rhonda was out of her clothing and face down on the quilt before I'd even made it into the kitchen.

I'd always admired Ronnie's body - her tone and her physicality - but I never dreamed that she'd be naked on my studio floor. I poured the warm oil into my hands and let it cool slightly before spreading it over her coffee-colored back. When I spread the slippery substance over her haughty black bottom I could have sworn I heard a slight gasp of pleasure. Nah! It must have been my tired mind or overactive imagination. 

I worked my magic on her back and shoulders, down her buttocks and onto those unbelievably long auburn legs. I worked her calves and shins, paying particular attention to her feet. Ancient Chinese acupressure masters discovered that there's a corresponding nerve in the foot for everyplace in the human body. When I reached the area corresponding to her genitals she let out an audible moan. Rolling her onto her back I proceeded to massage her from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. When I massaged her breasts it was obvious that her nipples were getting very aroused. When I reached her womanhood the sounds of pleasure were difficult to ignore.

Finally, thoroughly exasperated with me, Ronnie propped herself up on her elbows and stared into my eyes.

"Jordy, don't you find me attractive?" she challenged.

I guess my brain was suffering from a combination of 24 hours of non-stop sex, way too many joints and nowhere nearly enough sleep because I simply replied,

"Of course I do - I just didn't think you liked me!"

Ronnie's jaw dropped open. She reached out and stroked my cheek gently.

"Jordan - I never get involved with my students. That would be unethical. But you're not my student anymore! Do you want me or don't you?"

The fatigue disappeared instantaneously. I gathered her up in my arms as our lips met for the first time. She pulled me on top of her and I felt her tongue searching my mouth with a fervor I was only too glad to return. Coated in coconut oil our bodies slid together seamlessly. I'd been exploring every inch and crevice of her body for over an hour. Now I longed for her to explore mine. Words were unnecessary as her long tapering fingers worked their way down my chest, past my belly and wrapped themselves around my increasingly hard erection. Slick with oil she pumped my shaft with her strong hand and positioned me between her waiting legs.

The blending of massage oils with her natural juices made the fit pure perfection. The only sounds in the room were the sounds of our bodies slapping together, punctuated by joyous noises escaping from our lips. I pushed myself up and turned her onto her belly. Straddling her legs I parted the smooth cheeks of her beautiful brown ass and re-entered her, doggy-style. The pace of our coupling increased as I pounded her from behind. Her hips thrust up to meet me as the tempo and fury of our lovemaking pushed our bodies to the brink of climax. Ronnie's body tensed, the muscles of her cunt gripping me like a vice. Writhing beneath me, grinding herself on my unbending manhood, she achieved wave after wave of orgasm. Her power and intensity reached through my exhaustion and I responded by shooting my load deep into the recesses of her feminine charms.

I collapsed, thoroughly satiated and whispered in her ear, "You are incredible!"

Somehow we made it from the quilt to the bed and were instantly asleep.

Sometime in the pre-dawn hours I awoke, slipped out of her embrace and got out of bed. Watching her as the dawn's light gradually filtered into the room. I wondered what her real motivations might be and pondered the things we'd said before we fucked each other's brains out. I was struck by one comment in particular.

"You know it was an open secret about you and Cass, don't you?" she said bluntly. "I mean about what you used to do at school in the rehearsal rooms. It really used to piss people off."

Part 07: The Cassandra Chronicles 

S-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-t-t-t!

I took another hit and it all came flooding back.

Cassandra was the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen. She was of medium height, with incredibly voluptuous breasts, a thin waist, flaring hips, an ass to die for and legs that seemed to go on forever. She had warm chestnut-hued skin, long black hair that framed sparkling eyes and a smile that was infectious. The expression 'head-turner' was created for women like her. I'd seen her in and around NYU but we didn't have any classes together. Whenever I saw her my heart would leap into my throat. What was I to do? She never even seemed to look in my direction, much less acknowledge my presence.

My opportunity came when we both attended an evening workshop. I'd seen Cass perform in a different workshop several days earlier. The name escapes me now but it was a decidedly feminist piece, her character being the 'Purple Pulsating Pussy'. I sat there, spellbound and intoxicated by the raw sexuality she exuded. I wondered whether or not anyone seated nearby was aware of the raging hard-on I experienced watching her move and gyrate onstage. 

That evening I was standing behind her in line waiting to be ushered in. We struck up a conversation and I sat next to her. Her warm scent filled my nostrils. It felt as if we were alone although the room was filled with people. The only thing I was aware of was how desperately I desired this gorgeous black woman. At some point during the performance, without even thinking, I put my arm around her. She looked at me, first with surprise, then with a wordless acknowledgement that having my arm around her felt really good. She later told me when she felt my embrace she thought to herself, "Damn he's cute but who does this pretty white boy think he is?"

Having my arm around her, feeling the heat from her body, the softness of her skin, looking at those full lips made me dream of what they would taste like and how they would mold to mine. The performance ended, the applause faded and we stayed behind to speak with one of the actresses, her best friend Alicia. I asked her if she wanted to go for coffee but she and Alicia already had plans. Disappointed, I turned to leave when Cass touched my arm and asked me to join them. My heart leaped in my chest. We talked for the rest of the evening, and before I'd even had the chance to ask, Cass had her day-planner out and we exchanged numbers.

Cass' friend Alicia lived with her boyfriend, Bobby, in a high rise apartment complex overlooking the East River. Cass called me the following day and asked me if I wanted to have dinner with them that weekend. My only question was what wine to bring.

We were an incredibly beautiful foursome. Bobby was a handsome young black man. Allie was an elegant strawberry blond of Irish/Italian decent. Cassandra couldn't have been more radiant and I was this young, bold Brooklyn stud with a full shock of orange-red hair. We dined and drank until very late. With a wink and a nod, Bobby and Alicia excused themselves and retired to their bedroom. Finally, Cass and I were alone. 

I pulled her to me and our lips joined for what seemed an eternity. Her lips were as soft and her mouth was as sweet as I'd imagined. Without exchanging a word, we explored each other's bodies. While I luxuriated in the swell of her ample breasts she was busy unbuckling my belt. Cass was wearing drawstring pants, which came undone at a tug and slid noiselessly to the floor. I lifted the shirt from her body and unhooked her bra. She was fantasy turned into reality. Her breasts were large and round with dark areola and proud nipples that were hard as little cocks. I put each of them in my eager waiting mouth, alternating left and right, not wanting one to feel neglected over the other. Cass displayed her approval with a deeply satisfying moan. I redoubled my efforts, sucking and licking them with total abandon.

Meanwhile, Cassandra's hands were not idle. She had a firm but incredibly gentle grip on my pole and was busy rubbing and stroking it much to my delight. 

"You sure are packin' for a white boy!" she muttered.

I tugged on the thin fabric of her panties until they joined her pants on the living room floor. Cass parted her warm thighs and I felt the wetness forming on her curl-covered mound. Soon she was dripping with excitement. My fingers parted her vermillion lips and I ran my fingers firmly up and down until I discovered the hood-covered prize. I circled it, alternately pinching and squeezing her button between my thumb and forefinger, sending shudders up and down her spine like electric shocks. Increasingly urgent moans escaped from her succulent mouth. 

I pushed her back onto the pillows and dropped to my knees before her delta of delight. I ran my tongue up the inside of her thigh, stopping briefly to inhale the sweet scent from her love grotto. Bending forward I dipped my tongue into her pussy, moving deliberately up and down. Her eyes closed and her hips thrust up to meet my mouth. Sticking my tongue as deeply into her hot wet hole as it would go I lapped up her honey like a hungry puppy. I took her swollen clitoris into my mouth as I plunged several fingers deep into her inner folds. She rewarded my efforts by spending copiously, her fluids flooding my mouth, running over my fingers and down her ass crack. 

Cass grabbed a fistful of my red mane and lifted my head. She looked into my deep blue eyes saying,

"Now it's my turn big boy. Get up on the couch!"

Without a sound I obeyed.

"What a beauty! Let's see how it fits into my mouth!" 

She took my dick in both hands, licking the pre-cum off the tip before the head disappeared between her soft lips. Then she took the flat of her tongue and licked the entire length from head to balls and back again.

"God you taste good!" she said just seconds before she deep-throated every last inch of my red-hot shaft. 

Wave after massive wave of pleasure washed over my whole body as my cock disappeared into the warm wetness. I felt myself near to coming. Cass must have felt it too because she lifted her head, got up onto the couch and straddled me. Reaching down between our legs she guided my glistening white shaft into her dark wet pussy. Our mouths locked together as I reached around, gripping that bountiful booty in my strong hands. Yielding to my touch she began, slowly at first to work my erection up and down inside her treasure. As she moved her womanhood up and down, I moved my hands from her ample ass back to her succulent breasts, taking her hard nipples back into my hungry mouth. The more I licked and sucked them, the harder they became and the faster she bounced on my engorged shaft. We lost ourselves in a whirlwind of fucking and sucking. 

Cass, feeling me swell and stiffen, met the urgency of my thrusts with an urgency of her own. I felt the walls of her cunt tighten around me, milking my cock for every last drop of essence as our blended juices poured down my legs. I came so hard, so much and so many times that I lost consciousness. When I opened my eyes I saw her silhouette framed perfectly by the panorama of the New York skyline stretching beyond the terrace window. When our senses cleared we opened up the convertible and continued making love until the sun came up. 

From that moment our sexual appetite was insatiable. We weren't living together yet so we became really good at creating opportunities to be together. We'd check each other's class schedule every morning and one of us would book a rehearsal room for a couple of hours. The rehearsal rooms at the performing arts building were ideal because they had a double door system. You could lock the outer doors and then lock the inner ones as well. All the rooms had exercise mats. Other people practiced their craft. We practiced the art of love. It was within the confines of the rehearsal rooms that Cass initiated me into the "forbidden pleasures" of anal sex. 

Cass was waiting for me when I arrived from my acting class. I locked the doors and started to disrobe. She held up her hand and beckoned me to sit beside her on the mat.

"I want something different today, Jordy, and trust me baby you're gonna love it!" she said with a smile, but I could tell she was blushing.

"Anything you want teacher. You're in charge!" was my earnest reply. "What would you like me to do?"

"I've got my period - but I'm very, very horny," she explained, "so - unless you object - I really want you to fuck me in my ass!"

She saw the red flush in my cheeks and laughed.

You've never done that before, have you love?" she whispered.

"No, darling can't say that I have. Not for lack of desire, just no takers." I replied.

"Well my hot hunk - you got one now!" Her dazzling smile went from ear to ear. "We never discussed this before but its one of my favorites." 




Sleep with Me! Ch. 02



Cass took off her clothes and I could see the string from her tampon dangling between those formidable thighs.

"First, Jordy, I want you to eat my ass. You do know how to eat ass, don't you?" If her smile got any brighter I was going to need sunglasses and if her tone got any more condescending I was going to spank her ass instead.

Sensing my discomfort, she leaned over and stroked my cock through my sweats. She glanced at her watch,

"We better get this show on the road," she said, "Or we're gonna run out of time."

She reached into her all-purpose carry bag and produced a squeeze bottle filled with oil. I removed my clothes and she got down on her hands and knees, sticking her ass up. Without another word I got on my knees behind her, leaned forward and started to tongue her puckered hole. She shivered with delight and told me to stick my tongue into her as far as it would go. I felt her begin to open and she handed me the oil.

"Don't be shy," she instructed "Use a lot of oil on yourself and make sure a lot of it gets in me." I greased up my cock which bucked in anticipation. I took my thumb and began swirling oil around her anus. She practically purred. I pushed with my thumb and inserted it with some difficulty.

"More oil baby," she said with a grimace, "and use your index finger!"

I oiled up my fingers and probed gently. It slid past the ring without much difficulty. Patiently but firmly, I pushed inside then withdrew, applied more oil to her hole and proceeded to insert two fingers as far as they could go. Cass' breathing became deeper and her tone became more frenzied.

"That's it lover - now spread your fingers and open me up - I need some dick!"

With my fingers splayed it was easier to pour oil into her and I felt her open even more.

"Now baby," she said with in raspy voice dripping with desire, "I'll lie down and you spread my cheeks and do me! Now baby now!"

She lowered herself onto the mat but kept her butt slightly raised. I put the head of my cock on her tight back door and pushed. Within seconds the head disappeared and the first inches followed. Cass breath became ragged and her fingers clawed at the mat.

"More baby - that's it Jordy - momma needs cock up her ass - harder baby - I need you in all the way!" the urgency in her voice was unmistakable.

I pulled out slightly then pushed harder until I felt her muscles relax and she took me in to the root. The sensation was more intense than I could have ever imagined. I rested for a moment to give her body an opportunity to adjust.

"Good baby good - that's what I wanted - now fuck me - fuck me hard - fuck me like you were fuckin' my pussy - fuck me baby - FUCK ME!" 

I started a slow rhythm but Cass thrust her bottom up urging me to increase the speed and ferocity of my attack. I couldn't believe how her muscles clamped down on my dick yet I was still able to pound into her. 

When I knew I couldn't hold back any longer I hissed, "Cass - I'm gonna - I'm gonna cum -- come with me baby -- please come with me --come with me-e-e-e-e-e-e!!!"

I felt the ripples of her orgasms through the deepest recesses of her body. We exploded at the same moment. Jet after jet of sperm bathed her insides as her body convulsed with pleasure. We lay insensate until we heard the pounding on the rehearsal room door.

"What the fuck are you assholes doing in there? Your time's up!"

"Hang on just a sec - we'll be right out! Sorry about that!" Cass shouted.

We were oblivious to the needs of others. The only needs we recognized were our own. We would leave the rehearsal rooms reeking of sex and we never cared what anyone thought - or said. That's just the way that it was.

The creak of the mattress brought me back to the present. Ronnie stretched under the sheet and I could see her arms searching for me. She opened her eyes, startled momentarily at the feeling that she was alone, and then spotted me seated across the room. She reached out - fingers flexing - beckoning me to return to her embrace. 

"What are you doing over there?" she asked her voice deep and soothing, "I need you here in bed with me - I need you now Jordy - I need more."

She tossed back the sheets and displayed her naked charms.

"Come be my professor, Jordy. Teach me love. Turnabout's fair play because now I'm the student and you're the teacher. The lessons have just begun. Come to me lover - come to me!!!"

Could Rhonda have been jealous of Cassandra? Was there a rivalry that I knew nothing about? Did she really want to know what went on behind closed doors? 

Not that it mattered, because somewhere in my head another song was already playing. I heard Stephen Still's voice as I rose and settled between those beautiful, long golden-brown legs.

"Turn your heartache right into joy,  She's a girl and you're a boy.  So get it together make it nice,  And you won't need any more advice.

And there's a rose in a fisted glove,  And the eagle flies with the dove,  And if you can't be with the one you love,  honey, love the one you're with!  Love the one you're with!  Love the one you're with!

Da da da da da da dada.  Da da da da da da dada.  Da da da da da da dada.  Dada da. Dada da."

*****

To be continued in Ch. 03. If you enjoyed this story please take a moment to vote, comment or both!



Sleep with Me! Ch. 03



This is the third part of a four part story that chronicles events that took place in mid-1970s New York City when free-love, drugs, sex and Rock & Roll dominated the American youth culture. In this part Jordan and his lover's open relationship takes an unforeseen turn. Jordan begins an affair with his downstairs neighbor with unexpected results. 

If you'd like to know how this journey of erotic exploration began, you can find it in "Sleep with me!" Ch. 1 & 2 in 'Interracial Love'.

*****

Part 08: Coffeecake and Kara

"She would never say where she came from,  Yesterday don't matter if it's gone.  While the sun is bright,  Or in the darkest night,  No one knows,  She comes and goes.

Goodbye Ruby Tuesday,  Who could hang a name on you?  When you change with every new day, Still I'm gonna miss you..."

"Mroww?" my nosey Siamese cat said as I sang along with Mick Jagger and the Rolling Stones. 

"Hush up silly girl," I said to Ling, "I'm not talking to you." 

Tail straight up in disdain she leaped down from the stool next to the kitchen table where I was putting the finishing touches on a yeast-raised coffee cake. She ran into the living room. 

"Everybody's a damn critic!" I said as I slipped the cake into the oven.

Forty-five minutes later the enticing smell of warm cinnamon, plumped raisins and toasted walnuts wafted from my open windows as well as filling the hallways at 47½ East 7th Street. I rummaged around in the fridge until I found the empty vacuum jar. 

"Shit," I said aloud to myself, "I'm out of coffee!"

Putting the cake on a rack to cool, I ran out to Schacht's Deli to buy some beans and have them freshly ground. Just as I put the key in the front door I heard the seductive tones of a woman's voice. I turned around.

"Hi Jordy, whatcha bakin'?" Kara's tone was deliberately provocative. 

She grabbed the bag out of my hands, stuck her nose in and took a deep breath. 

"Mmmmm that smells fantastic! 100% Colombian, right?"

"Hi Kara," I replied, and grabbed the bag back. 

I was in no mood for her games.

"Yeah, Colombian, and the coffee cake just came out of the oven."

"So, what's a girl have to do to get a piece?" It was more of a leer than a smile. 

Kara had the "hots" for me and, if I had a more suspicious nature, I'd swear she was stalking me. She'd developed the uncanny knack of appearing almost every time I entered or exited the premises. 

"Come on upstairs, Kara," I said throwing in the towel "I'm happy to share. I'll even put up a fresh pot of java." 

She grabbed my arm and led me up to my own apartment.

Kara was an attractive red-head who lived on the first floor but she just wasn't my type, what we refer to today as ample. My personal preference tended toward the more traditionally curvy, hour-glass types. Still, the way things were going lately I should have been more flattered when receiving a woman's unsolicited attention. As I prepared the coffee I became lost in thoughts of how quickly things can change . . . 

Part 09: Sauce for the Gander

The summer had begun filled with incredible promise and things I could never have dreamed possible. Sheryl and Katarina had agreed to our ménage-a-trois arrangement and it was glorious - while it lasted. Kat had become disillusioned first and decided to return to her old boyfriend. Left alone together, Sheryl and I tried to act like a monogamous couple but neither of us was seriously committed. We were in an open relationship (I was already seeing Ronnie) and I wouldn't have objected to Sherry's extra-curricular activities if only she'd been honest about them! I mean, why'd she have to offer herself exclusively to my buddies? Convenient for her, certainly, but so terribly tacky! 

In the days following Kat's departure Sheryl became increasingly restive and argumentative. Rightly, wrongly or indifferently I decided enough was enough and I chose to confront whatever the problem was.

"OK Sher, I give up." I demanded, "What the fuck's wrong with you?" The best defense, I've always been told, is a good offence so I decided to be offensive and braced for her response. 

She was balanced precariously, one foot on a stepstool and the other on the kitchen counter trying to hang one of her pen and ink drawings. She answered without turning.

"What makes you think that you're the only one with needs around here?" Her tone was definitely combative.

"What needs of yours am I not fulfilling? I thought you loved what, when and how we do what we do?" I responded. 

My offense melted into defensive silence. I held my tongue. 

"Did you ever think - you ego-maniac - that what's sauce for the gander might be sauce for the goose?" she spat out. 

Sheryl's response was, without question, a well considered challenge.

"Speak English Sher, OK? What in hell are you talking about?" I countered.

"Translation - oh dim-witted one - is: You like it with two women? Ever stop to consider that I might like it with two men?" 

She turned her face toward me and, for the first time in days, smiled.

So - that was the problem. I'd indulged my fantasies and now it was to be her turn. I sat there pondering my choices then returned her smile.

"No problem, babe," I said with as much conviction as I could muster, "Do you have someone in mind or would you like me to ask one of my buds?" 

"Magnanimous offer - but I've already made the arrangements. We're due at Miguel's for dinner and debauchery Friday night." 

Her ear to ear grin said it all. 

Miguel, I thought to myself, I never would have suspected Miguel. He always struck me as somewhat -- effeminate! I mean I liked the guy. He was one of my former classmates at NYU Grad School and we'd become good friends after I quit. Miguel had taken to showing up at my apartment at the strangest hours, usually to get high or listen to music. Had she already slept with him? Probably, but that was neither here nor there. At least I was invited.

Part 10: Ménage-a-Miguel

Friday night and Sherry was a bundle of nerves and a whirlwind of activity. She seemed more nervous than excited. We practically tumbled out the front door and hailed a cab on Second Avenue. The ride across town took only a few minutes. Miguel buzzed us in. He seemed almost as nervous as Sher did. 

I lit a dube to break the tension while Sherry whipped out her kit and started to break up the coke rocks. After a few lines and a few hits Sher grabbed us both by our belts and alternately kissed our mouths. Sliding her hands down she caressed the ever increasing bulges in our bell-bottom jeans. 

"Come on boys," she said breathlessly, "let's see what you got!" 

We were all naked in an instant. Sherry drew us in toward her young and voluptuous body and we surrounded her! 

"I've been dreaming about this," she moaned as she pressed herself into Miguel's body. From behind I reached between her legs and ran my fingers into her already sopping wet cunt. She spread her legs to give me better access. Sherry turned and thrust her tongue deep into my mouth while she straddled my rock hard member rubbing her steamy wet pussy over its entire length. Miguel kissed her neck and shoulders, ran his tongue down the length of her spine, spread her ass cheeks and began to rim her puckered rose bud. For a moment it felt as if he'd licked my cock as well but I dismissed the thought as - ridiculous.

Sherry took us both by the hand and marched us directly into Miguel's bedroom. Not surprisingly she didn't need to ask where it was. I had my answer. We got into the bed with Sheryl in the middle. I noticed a bottle of baby oil on the nightstand and I began to apply it liberally all over her sweet succulent feminine form. She cooed with appreciation, took the bottle from me and greased both our swollen cocks. With a dick in each hand she pumped us enthusiastically while alternately burying her tongue in each of our waiting mouths. While she was busy kissing Miguel I slipped from her grasp and slid down her oil slick body. Spreading her delicious thighs, I ran my tongue up and down her sugary slit, pulled back the hood from her hidden jewel and sucked on her engorged clit. Sherry responded by flooding my mouth with her pussy juices and I lapped up every drop.

She moved her face down from Miguel's, licking and sucking her way down to his swollen member. She took the head of his cock into her hungry mouth then immediately began to deep throat his entire length. Miguel's eyes closed and a deep moan escaped from his open lips. He reached over and pulled on her sensitive nipples causing another flood of her molten honey to pour onto my tongue and down my throat. Slowly he shifted his position on the bed as she continued to suck and lick the entire length of his shaft. I plunged my tongue deep into her love tunnel and felt her respond happily to my ministrations. 

Suddenly I felt a calloused hand on my engorged prick. I picked my head up from between Sherry's legs and saw Miguel pulling me towards his open mouth! I shot up and pulled my hips away.

"MIGUEL!" I shouted. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

Miguel looked at me like a child who'd been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. He moved his mouth as if to speak but no sounds came out. 

I turned to a startled Sheryl,

"Babe, you've got to excuse us for just a minute. Please, just stay where you are."

I pointed to my "bud" and spat out,

"You - kitchen -- now!"

Silently, eyes averted, he obeyed.

I could barely contain my rage. I felt violated -- betrayed. Miguel had crossed a line and he knew it. We stepped into the kitchen and I closed the door. 

"What the fuck was that all about you -- you - asshole?" 

The words came out in a staccato whisper. My hands clenched and unclenched in anger - my fingers itching to get around his neck! 

Miguel hung his head and mumbled,

"Jeez Jordy," he mumbled. "Why ju so andgry mayn? I din do nussing. Nussing happen! Dohn be andgry. Por favor?"

Suddenly everything became crystal clear. Miguel was bi-sexual. He wasn't interested in Sherry. He was using her to get to me! 

I shook my head.

"Miguel," I began, "We're here to fulfill Sherry's fantasy not yours! Look, you can be my friend, you can be my buddy, you can come to my place and smoke my dope but that's as far as it goes. I don't know if I'm reading you right but I'm not gay, I'm not bi- and I'm not curious. You had no right to try to do what you did without discussing it with me first! Understand?" I could see the tears welling up in his eyes. 

He nodded in agreement,

"I'm sorry mayn." he said softly. "I din mean no harm. I saught everythin' was okay to do! Ju forgeev me?"

Saying nothing I turned and went back to the bedroom. Sherry was sitting there smoking a joint.

"You two finished?" She could barely contain her anger at being left alone.

"Yeah, we're done. We just had to come to an understanding - that's all. We're here for you! Isn't that right Miguel?" I said and looked in his direction.

"Si," he mumbled and crawled up next to Sheryl. 

She passed me the joint. I took an extra long hit. Sherry got on her knees leaned over and put her head in between Miguel's outstretched legs. I positioned myself between her legs and plunged my cock into her doggy-style. I pounded myself into her well oiled hole - taking out my frustrations with my stiff manhood. After just a few minutes she pulled away from me, lifted herself up and stared at down at Miguel. 

Then she turned to me angrily and said,

"What the fuck did you do to him in the kitchen?"

"Nothing - I talked to him - that's all - I swear!" I replied. 

Then I looked at Miguel. He'd lost his erection and couldn't get it up. No matter how she licked, or sucked or stroked his dick he was beyond getting hard again. At least not for her! If it weren't so pathetic I would have burst out laughing.

That's when Sheryl saw the look on my face.

"Get your clothes on." she snarled at me, "We're leaving - right now! I won't forget this Jordan!" As we exited she said without looking, "Goodnight Miguel. Thanks for - nothing!!!"

We walked home in silence. When we reached our building she turned and said,

"Go up to your own place Jordan. I'm done with you for the night. I blame this entire fiasco on your macho bullshit. We'll talk tomorrow." 

I started to protest but she slammed her door in my face.

I would soon learn that my refusal to do whatever it took to satisfy Sheryl's carnal desires would prove to be our undoing.

Part 10: Payback's a Feminist Bitch!

The only thing that Sherry and I were really committed to was staying fit. Running was part of our regimen. One morning after a particularly strenuous workout we returned to the apartment to find Bobby and Alicia waiting on our front steps. Several years later I would be told that their visit wasn't accidental. It had been planned as a feminist-inspired intervention. 

Surprised by their presence I greeted them warmly (totally oblivious to the conspiratorial glances they shared with Sheryl). We all went into Sherry's first floor apartment. I was in the process of describing our routine to Bobby when I chose my words incautiously and fell into the women's trap, 

"When we're out training buddy I'm totally in charge. As far as Sher's concerned my word is law. I tailor the workout and I call all the shots. I run her, then I walk her and then I run her again. You should see her, Bobby, the girl's a thoroughbred!" 

It was intended as a compliment!

"You filthy - God-damned -- male chauvinist pig!" Alicia screamed at the top of her lungs!

Shocked I whirled around to face her. She continued 

"How dare you speak about a woman like she was an animal - and your property?"

Her face beet red! Completely taken by surprise I was unable to say anything in my own defense.

Bobby tried to calm her down but Sheryl picked up where Alicia left off.

"Fuck you - asshole!" she screeched. Her color was identical to Alicia's. She plowed ahead, 

"You've got some fucking nerve, Jordan! You're worse than my ex-husband! Get the fuck out of my apartment!!! Get out!!! Get out now you piece of shit!!!"

Apparently this was the opening Sheryl had been waiting for and I'd stepped right into it. She wanted out of the relationship and I had been totally oblivious. 

I went upstairs in stunned silence. 

About half an hour later there was a knock on my door. It was Bobby and Alicia. Alicia spoke first in very calm and measured tones, 

"Look Jordan, I've kept my mouth shut for as long as I could but your attitude toward woman stinks. Sherry's been coming over to our apartment regularly complaining about you. Now I understand why Cassie left you and I support Sher in this not you. You have some very serious rethinking to do about your relationships with women and I suggest you start right now. Don't bother going downstairs to Sherry's to apologize. You're not welcome there anymore. In fact, I'd appreciate it if you stayed away from me and Bobby for awhile. I think it's better for all of us."

She turned to Bobby "Come on babe, let's go." 

Bobby, my old friend, faced me and said, "I'm sorry Jordy. That's the way it's got to be for right now. You were seriously wrong down there."

Maybe Alicia wouldn't have defended Sheryl so fervently or quickly if she'd known that she was fucking Bobby behind her back. 

They turned and left without another word. I had been set up! It was devastating. In a heartbeat I'd lost my lover and my two best friends.

My intentions had always been good but there's an old saying, "The road to hell is paved with good intentions." 

But there's another old saying, "When one door closes another door opens." It's difficult to see the bigger picture when you've been dealt such a crushing blow but, as I was soon to learn, the pendulum swings both ways . . . 

Part 11: Hello and goodbye. 

"Hey Jordy," Kara said, breaking my reverie, "What's in the jar on the coffee table?"

"Weed," I said over my shoulder as I poured the boiling water over the grounds in the Chemex pot. "It's really potent - can you roll or do you need me?"

"No babe I can handle it!" I could feel her smile all the way from the living room. 

Warm coffee cake resplendent with my cinnamon/walnut/raisin filling, strong hot coffee in earthenware mugs and killer weed was everything I needed to get me in the mood. When Kara stripped and climbed into my bed I voiced no objection. I washed the cinnamon sugar from my lips with pussy juice. But the truth was that when I'd opened Kara's "box" it turned out to be Pandora's. 

After that Saturday morning "delight" Kara wouldn't leave me alone. As soon as I'd get home from work she'd be knocking on my door or my phone would start to ring. It was always her. Kara refused to take multiple hints to slow down and back off so I knew that we wouldn't have much of a future. I changed my schedule and consciously avoided her. 

I was already looking forward to my next sexual adventure.

*****

To be continued in Ch. 4. If you enjoyed this story please take a moment to vote, comment or both! 



Sleep with Me! Ch. 04



This is the final part of a four part story about free-love experiences and the price that must be paid. In this part Jordan helps his friends create a new business which opens the door for an incredible chance sexual encounter. Finally, Jordan's new love affair ends proving that what goes around comes around.

If you'd like to know how this journey of sexual discovery evolved, you can find it in "Sleep with me!" Ch. 1, 2 & 3 in 'Interracial Love'.

*****

Part 12: Sunshine & Perfume

Summer was winding down and I was alone. 

I got a call late one night from my buddy, Johnny. He needed a favor. 

A couple of years earlier John had been the manager of the Jack LaLanne Health Spa near City Hall. Turned out we had moved into the same neighborhood. John, his woman Sharon and I worked to build their dream store on East 6th Street. They called it "Back from Guatemala". After vacationing in Central America they'd come home with a mission and a plan. The store was packed from floor to ceiling with hand crafted rugs, shirts, pants, sandals, and artwork. It had a great "vibe" and we were all proud of our efforts. 

It seemed, according to what Johnny was saying, that a dockworker's strike had effectively closed down the New York piers. Their latest shipment of goods had been diverted to Boston. Sharon and John rented a truck and were driving to Massachusetts. The offer was to pay me for the weekend if I'd keep the store open. I agreed. 

Saturday morning I got up early, walked across Second Avenue for coffee and a toasted bagel from Schacht's (next door to the Fillmore East) then proceeded up East 6th Street and opened for business. People were in and out all day long. Exhausted but elated, I locked up for the night. Somewhere in the back of my mind I had a feeling that the following day was going to be very special. I had no idea how right I was. 

Sunday I opened a little later. The street traffic was not as good as Saturday's but I enjoyed everyone and they, in turn, enjoyed me. After locking the door at closing time I busied myself with restocking and making up the deposits for the following day. 

A shadow fell across the counter and I heard a light tapping at the front door. 

Until that very moment I didn't believe in angels. But I was staring right at one. Peering through the glass was one of the most beautiful women I'd ever seen. 

Her backlit long blond hair framed her face like a halo. When she saw me looking she smiled and beckoned me toward the door. I unlocked and opened it with a smile. She stood there straddling her bicycle. Of medium height - maybe five three or five four -- she had a wasp waist with curvaceous hips atop perfect legs. Her extreme cutoff hot pants revealed her ass cheeks and the baby tank top ended just beneath two very pointy breasts. Her nipples showed through the thin material like little ice cream cones. 

I hesitated for just a moment and said, 

"Please tell me there's something I can help you with." 

She gestured toward the store, 

"Are you closed?" her voice was musical. 

"The stores closed to everyone - except you! Would you like to come in?" I was entranced. 

Her smile became even more radiant. "You bet I would," she replied. 

I stepped aside as she wheeled her bike in and leaned it against the wall. I locked the door behind us. 

"I've passed by the store a couple of times," she said, but I never saw you in here before. Is this your place?" 

"No - I'm just minding the store this weekend for my friends," I replied, "Have you stopped in here before?"

"No," she responded, "why would I - you weren't here!" 

She brushed past me, did a slow pirouette and emitted a low whistle as she admired all of John and Sharon's discoveries. 

She smelled of sunlight and perfume. 

"You haven't told me your name - mine's Laura Ann," she said in a voice that was soft and melodic.

"Jordan - my name's Jordan." It came out as a stammer. 

With mock gravity she shook my hand. 

"Pleased to meet you, Jordan. Why don't you show me what's in the display case up front." 

We walked to the counter and I went behind. As she leaned forward her tank top opened giving me an unobstructed view. She looked at me, followed my eyes -- and practically beamed when she saw where they'd focused. 

I swallowed hard 

"Do you like anything you see?" My voice was quivering. 

"I could ask you the same question," she answered. 

And then she laughed. 

I'm sure I blushed. 

I tried to cover my embarrassment but she just continued staring at me with that deliciously naughty smile. 

"Show me the rest of the store - Jordy." Her voice was angelic.

"There's some new stuff in the back that I haven't figured out where to put. Would you like to be the first to see?" I inquired as I returned her smile. 

"That would be really cool. Let's go!" she said enthusiastically. 

She reached over the countertop and pulled me around until we were standing together. 

I took Laura's hand and led her to the "office/storeroom" behind the curtains at the rear of the shop. As we walked toward the back I felt her move closer, slip her hand from mine and put her arm around my waist. She was incredibly soft and the warmth of her touch was intoxicating. 

When I put my arm around her she practically purred. 

Part 13: Lust, Laura and Love

As we sat she told me that she lived off Sixth Avenue not far from 8th Street in a hidden cul-de-sac. I asked her if she'd like to smoke a joint and rolled up a fat one. It only took a couple of tokes before we caught a serious buzz.

No words were needed. I leaned forward and took Laura's beautiful face in my hands. I kissed her lightly on her full lips. It was perfection. She stood up pressing herself into me and kissed me open mouthed probing with her demanding tongue. Laura ground her hips into mine as I ran my hands underneath her tank top and felt her supple breasts yield to my touch.

"Don't move!" I whispered gently, reached around and dimmed the lights. 

I grabbed a handful of native Guatemalan blankets from a nearby shelf and threw them on the office floor. Laura kicked off her sneakers, took off her tank top and slid noiselessly out of her cutoffs. I unbuttoned my shirt and dropped it where I stood. I pulled off my boots, unbuckled my belt, undid my jeans and stepped clear of them as they hit the floor. Laura's eyes glistened in the semi-darkness as I pulled off my shorts releasing my swelling cock from its imprisonment. She melted into my arms. 

We stood there locked in each other's embrace. I moved my hands down her back and cupped them beneath her curvaceous bottom. I lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around my back. Gently I lowered us down upon the blankets covering her nakedness with my own. I kissed her sweet lips then buried my face in the nape of her neck. My kisses trailed from there to the perfumed valley between the pointy hills of her bosom. Gently, but firmly, my hands on either side I pushed them together and licked them alternating left and right. I took their tips into my mouth and sucked them until they were hard with desire. Laura groaned with her approval. The moans grew in intensity as I ran my tongue down the curve of her belly into her navel and increased again as I continued toward the soft naturally blond curls that covered her mound. Using my tongue to part her nether lips I pushed into her wetness and probed deeply. I was rewarded by her copiously spending which I swallowed greedily. She reached down pulling my head from the delta of delight and brought my face to hers. She licked every drop of her juices from my lips. 

My rod was like a moisture seeking missile as it found and penetrated its target. She pounded her pelvis into mine matching me stroke for stroke. I was amazed yet captivated by her gentle ferocity. She was at once yielding yet demanding - amazingly soft yet incredibly strong. Laura pushed me up and rolled me onto the blankets. She straddled me. Using her fingers as a guide she maneuvered the head of my prick into her waiting hole. As I slipped my full length deep inside I felt our matted hairs intermingle. She began circling my shaft with her slick velvety cunt - sometimes using fast and hard strokes then slow and deliberate ones. I could feel the cool air briefly as my cock would emerge only to be mercifully plunged back into her wet warmth. Laura had her hands on my chest, her fingers running through all that thick dark-reddish hair. She grabbed fistfuls of my fur, pulling and tugging, eventually using it like the reins on a galloping stallion. 

I screamed, "Ride me baby - ride me!" 

Laura must have felt me swelling inside as I neared orgasm because her whole body began to shudder. She swooned forward burying her face in my sweat-soaked chest. Lifting her face to mine we locked lips as our breaths became synchronous - her out became my in - my out her in - lips fused together - sharing the air in our lungs. 

We climaxed at the exact same instant. Each thrust of her hips seemed to create another level of pleasure. Time seemed irrelevant. In truth I'd orgasmed a thousand times before - but they were nothing like this! When our mutual orgasms subsided I felt the after shocks begin. The sweat was pouring off our bodies. We lay there vibrating - desperately trying to refill our oxygen depleted lungs. I wrapped my arms around her slender frame and held her. She grabbed tightly around my neck. Every few minutes I a ripple of energy pulse through her felt her pussy tighten around me and my body would respond each and every time it.

Slowly, Laura placed her hands on my shoulders, pushed herself up and pinned me to the sweat soaked blankets. We stared deeply into each others eyes. We smiled at one another, hearts overflowing with joy - and then we laughed. 

"Call me when you get home, OK?" I said, as she pulled on her cut-offs ready to leave.

The longing was already apparent in my voice. 

She gathered up her bicycle and moved toward the door. She rolled forward then stopped by my side wanting to prolong the moment. Leaning forward, she put her soft strong hands on the back of my head, pulling my face to hers. She kissed me softly on the lips. 

"OK.", she whispered. 

"You're really special - you know that?" she called back as she rode off toward Second Avenue. 

"So are you! " I called back, "Don't forget to call me!" 

She'd already disappeared around the corner. 

I needed to finish the deposits for John and Sharon but all I could think about was Laura Ann. 

My mind was already racing ahead. Would she call immediately when she got home? I rushed to complete what needed completion then raced back to my apartment bounding up the stairs two at a time. I closed the door, grabbed the phone and threw myself on the bed. I became desperate for the reassuring sound of her voice. Her scent was all over me. I cupped my hands over my nose and mouth just to breathe her in again. Closing my eyes I could feel her pressing against me. The phone rang. We stayed on for the next hour reassuring each other that we were not dreaming. 

"I want to see you tomorrow - is it possible?" I asked her. 

"Of course - silly," she laughed, "You're not the only one who wants some more!" 

"I don't want to wait till tomorrow Laura," I heard myself saying, "I can come over now if you want or you can come back to spend the night here." 

"No you greedy boy - I have my work to do and you've tired me out enough for one day" she said emphatically "Don't worry. I'll see you tomorrow. 'Nite lover!" 

She blew kisses into the phone. I heard the click as she hung up. 

How can you be elated and crushed at the same time? Dammed if I know - but I was certain of one thing. I was in love.

Part 14: Free love ain't free!

The colors of our memories shift and diffuse with the passage of time. 

Sutter's Bakery on Avenue of the Americas was a New York landmark but it's no longer existent. I remember the golden hues of croissants still warm from the oven, the darker brown domes of authentic brioche, steaming cups of deep black French Roast coffee, the bright orange of the tart marmalade, and the pale luminescent white of double crème butter. They formed the colors and staples of our weekend mornings. 

Laura Ann's apartment was so close that for us it might as well have been breakfast in bed.

Funny, I remember our beginning and ending so clearly. It's all the stuff in the middle that's become a blur. I can no longer remember how she took her coffee or if she drank coffee at all. Perhaps it's inevitable that the span of years will play tricks on your mind. Memories flow into each other like different colored pigments poured into the same vessel. I can run my tongue over my lips and describe exactly how her pussy juice had a sweet salty aftertaste yet I cannot tell you the color of her eyes. All the details in the middle feel vague and unclear as if the intervening decades have covered them with fine mesh gauze. But some things cannot be forgotten. 

Summer ended and fall was rapidly dissolving into winter. Laura Ann spent the weekend at my place. We'd gotten in late and slept late. 

I was doing a lot of black and white photography back then. The Nikon was loaded with available light ultra-fine grain and I started snapping pictures of her examining her portfolio. Suddenly Ling, my Siamese car, did something she never did with anyone else but me -- she jumped into Laura's lap. I took it as a sign. Here were my two favorite "felines" in the same place at the same time. How could I resist? I snapped away until I ran out of film. 

I found one of the photos recently and marveled at how young we were back then. Ling's no longer "existent" either, just like Sutter's. The lens simply loved Ling and Laura. Or maybe I loved them both and it translated through the lens. 

I put the camera down, reached for Laura and touched her cheek. 

"Come back to bed," I implored. 

She stood and stretched, sinewy like a cat, but never met my eyes. 

I followed her into the bedroom. 

There's an old saying - "Hindsight is always 20/20." It seems that it's only with the clarity of years of introspection that I see all the telltale signs - if only I could have recognized them then. The subtle changes now loom as large as boulders. They scream at me across the decades saying. "How could you have been so blind?" Well, love is blind so that's the excuse I have chosen for my inexperienced younger self. 

Laura said nothing and shook me off when I took her hand. She even took off her own clothes. Her movements were mechanical. She seemed -- remote -- removed - like somebody else was doing it not her. I bulldogged her to the mattress. Startled, she laughed. It was the first time that morning she laughed. 

Quickly, I buried my face between her legs before she could resist. 

"No Jordy - I haven't showered yet!" she protested. 

She grabbed my hair to pull me away but my talented tongue was already performing its "magic". Sweetly she surrendered. I placed my hands on her soft inner thighs and opened her wide. I ran my fingers into her sopping wet valley so that I might pleasure her as she pleasured me so often. 

"Damn you," I heard before she started moaning. 

"Damn you-u-u-u-ure good - yes - that's it baby. There - oh yeah - eat my pussy Jordy - eat my. . ." 

Her voice trailed off into something incoherent. I must have hit the right spot. Her fingers interlocked across the back of my head as she pulled down hard. She ground her pussy into my mouth, the flavors changing. Her liquor was hot, sweet and salty all at the same time. She spent copiously. I wiped my face with the sheets and saw the dark wet splotch beneath her. I did the reverse crawl trailing my tongue up the soft mound of her belly between those perfect tits up her neck until I found her lips. I felt the sharp intake of her breath as I plunged into her. I could feel the walls of her pussy contracting as she thrust her hips up from the mattress slamming herself into me. It was what she needed as she worked toward another climax.

"Oh God I'm cumming - Jordy I'm cumming!" her voice muffled, her face buried in the nape of my neck. 

I felt her teeth sink into my shoulder. It was all I needed. I came so hard I almost blacked out. 

"Laura - baby - I need to talk to you." My voice was tentative. 

By then I was sitting across from her in the canvas chair. 

"I've been thinking about this for weeks now. I want - exclusivity. I don't want to be with anybody else. I don't want you with anybody else. I want a monogamous relationship. I've given this a lot of thought. I want us to live together or - whatever you want. I'll give up this place. Or you can give your place up - or we can find another place. Place doesn't matter. What matters is that we've got something special and I want to build on that. What I'm trying to tell you is - I'm in love with you. I'm crazy about you! You're the first thought in my mind every morning. You're my last thought at night before I fall asleep. The idea of being with anybody else or you being with anybody else makes me sick. Honey, am I saying this right?" My words just gushed out.

I don't know what I expected but it wasn't what I got. 

Her response was - nothing. 

Laura sat on the bed with her back against the wall just studying me - as if trying to figure out who the fuck I was.

"What do you want me to say Jordan?" she said finally. 

Her tone was flat - practically lifeless. 

"I - I don't want you to say anything right now," I stammered, "I just need you to let what I've said sink in - that's all." 

The silence was deafening. 

"Look Laura, I know I dumped a whole bunch of stuff in your lap just now but it's not - it's not like you didn't know." 

She shook her head in agreement.

I continued talking through her silence. 

"I'm desperate for a shower" I said "We can talk about it when I get out if you'd like. Please, come in the shower with me?" 

She shook her head no. 

The heated water hit me square in the face. 

My thoughts were racing. "Fuckin' genius - that didn't go very well - did it?" On autopilot I lathered my hair for the second time. "I just overwhelmed her that's all," my thoughts continued, "Too much in one day. I really should have waited - kept my mouth shut." It was too late now but somehow I knew I could deal with it. I shut off the water. The tiny bathroom was like a sauna. Thick steam billowed from ceiling to floor. I opened the door and was still toweling off when I saw her standing there waiting. She was fully dressed - even had her hat on with her backpack slung over one shoulder. 

"What's up? Where are you going?" 

She had made her decision. The execution was done so matter-of-fact. 

"Look Jordan - I'm not going to sugarcoat this," she stated plainly, "you're a really nice guy - and a great lover - but I've got a game plan and you're just not part of it." 

Her voice was flat and unemotional. She gestured at my Spartan quarters, 

"You don't think I'm going to live like this do you? I have options. And I'm going to use them to get what I want. The very fact that you're in love with me makes you a danger to me so I'm leaving right now. Don't call me anymore - ever. Lose my number. And for God's sake don't show up at my apartment! Take care of yourself. Have a nice life!" 

She stepped around me and was out the door before I could open my mouth. 

Shivering - but not from the cold -- I felt a puddle of shower water and tears grow at my feet. It didn't matter. I was beyond caring. 

The stereo was still on and in the background, I heard Mick Jagger and the Rolling Stones singing that same song. This time the lyrics burned into me like salt poured into an open wound.




Sleep with Me! Ch. 04



"Don't question why she needs to be so free. She'll tell you it's the only way to be.  She just can't be chained,  To a life where nothing's gained,  And nothing's lost.  At such a cost.

Goodbye, Ruby Tuesday,  Who could hang a name on you?  When you change with every new day,  Still I'm gonna miss you..."

Perhaps there was no time to lose, as the song said. Can you catch your dreams before they slip away? And, as the lyrics offer, if you lose your dreams will you lose your mind? Life is so - unkind.

Free love ain't free . . . and Karma's a bitch!

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Post Script:

Remember the first time you saw a prism being demonstrated? How suddenly you had physical proof that light was made up of every color in the rainbow and how that piece of knowledge changed your perceptions forever? 

Time is a prism for the human soul. We only evolve as human beings by studying the spectrum of experiences that make up our lives. Through reflection we develop an understanding of where we've been and consider where we may be going. Recombining all the colors of our life gives us the bright light we need to dispel the darkness and forge ahead. We cannot know the joys true love can bring unless we have tried and failed. Alas, we learn more from our failures then we do from our successes. 

Don't be afraid to fall. Just make sure you fall forward.

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